I have NOT run the amounts I am supposed to have this month. Sigh.
I've been trying, it's just been a really crazy month for traveling and such, AND I spent the second half of the month with a gross cold. And we're at the point in training where all of the runs are long so I have to actually put legitimate time aside for running if I want to follow my calendar.
My calendar says I'm running 23 miles this coming Saturday.
It's lying.
First of all, apparently you don't need to run that long of a run in training. Second of all, I happen to be in South Bend watching my cousin Matt get married on the 6th, and running 23 miles just doesn't fit into that plan.
Which doesn't mean I won't be stepping up my training, especially now that my cold is gone (so I can stop spitting up gross shit while running. Yes, ew.) ALSO, I'm going running shoe shopping with Mel tomorrow (YAHOO!!) which hopefully will remedy my random pains. I bought new shoes when we started this endeavor but I did it Dusty-style (which means Mel was my running shoe guru and we were at Big 5 and there was a sale...) The shoes have been pretty good to me up until about a month ago, but recently my right arch has been extremely angry with me and I think it's starting to give the other foot ideas because (I kid you not) my entireleft foot fell asleep for three-fourths of my 5-miler. There is no sensation weirder than running three miles with one foot entirely asleep.
Sunday
01.03.10
So. The ride was fabulous. I would post pictures if I knew how to do that on here but I don't and I'm feeling relatively lazy today so I'm not really in the mood to figure it out (you know those people who actually take the time to figure stuff like that out? I am not one of them. However, I do have a lot of friends like that and sometimes if I complain to them for long enough they figure stuff out for me. Which is one upside to having friends like that).
Anyhow, after the ride I spent an entire summer in Santa Rosa working at a camp in the hills. Hills and I, as you know if you actually read this, do not mesh well. So I started running a bit more frequently. I'd been playing with the idea of challenging myself to run a marathon ever since two of my favorite people decided to run the SF Marathon, so the summer was kind of a 'but Dusty, do you actually enjoy running??' test. The test results are still in question, but nevertheless I managed to coerce my freshman year roommate and current LA partner-in-crime into training with me and so on March 21st, Melanie and I will be running the LA Marathon (GULP)
We've actually been training since the second week in September but I hadn't been blogging because I've kept track of the mileage on logyourrun.com (an awesome website found by Mel) However. Yesterday we completed our longest run yet and I realized that I kind of like writing about this schtuff.
And on that note, I'm back.
The last couple of weeks have been kind of crazy travel-wise: I flew home to Seattle on the 21st, spent some time catching up with...everyone..., did the 25th at my aunt and uncles, drove to Cannon Beach on the 26th, flew out of Portland to SanFran on the morning of the 31st, and then took a Greyhound back to LA at 11:00 PM the night of the 1st (arriving in North Hollywood at 6:40 AM on the 2nd - bless you roommate for retrieving me from the station!)
Needless to say, I haven't been running nearly as much as my training calendar says I should. I did get in a 12.3 miler while in Cannon Beach, and a couple of 6-ers...and my family really likes to beach-walk so I did MOVE a lot, just not...quickly.
Thus, I was mildly apprehensive about running 16 (SIXTEEN!) miles a mere two days after New Years Eve festivities.
When I got home from the greyhound station, I took a three-hour nap and ate a real breakfast. These things, plus the fact that I had actually hydrated on the bus, probably saved my bum.
Mel and I set out around 11:30 AM from my apartment. We ran and ran and ran and found a sweet bike/running path that went all the way to Burbank...at which point I realized exactly how far we'd actually run, because there in front of me was the Ikea that we trek to maybe twice a year by car.
...and then we kept running.
At about mile 9 I tripped over one of those lips in the curb and toppled into a full forward roll. Minor scrapes aside, I was fairly unscathed and more confused as to how I hadn't ended up with real battle scars.
...and then we kept running.
We missed two of our turns (whoops) which tacked on a good .2 miles (Yes. I count it.)
And at the end of the run, we downed almost an entire quart of chocolate milk.
Yum.
Today, my left foot hurts. A lot. Kinda in a way where I feel like if I had awesome health insurance and/or time and/or a sports doctor I would go get it checked out. For the moment I'm self-doctoring by not really moving very much and probably taking something anti-inflammatoryish. I should probably ice it too.
And pick up some arch-support inserts for my shoesies.
Sigh.
Anyhow, after the ride I spent an entire summer in Santa Rosa working at a camp in the hills. Hills and I, as you know if you actually read this, do not mesh well. So I started running a bit more frequently. I'd been playing with the idea of challenging myself to run a marathon ever since two of my favorite people decided to run the SF Marathon, so the summer was kind of a 'but Dusty, do you actually enjoy running??' test. The test results are still in question, but nevertheless I managed to coerce my freshman year roommate and current LA partner-in-crime into training with me and so on March 21st, Melanie and I will be running the LA Marathon (GULP)
We've actually been training since the second week in September but I hadn't been blogging because I've kept track of the mileage on logyourrun.com (an awesome website found by Mel) However. Yesterday we completed our longest run yet and I realized that I kind of like writing about this schtuff.
And on that note, I'm back.
The last couple of weeks have been kind of crazy travel-wise: I flew home to Seattle on the 21st, spent some time catching up with...everyone..., did the 25th at my aunt and uncles, drove to Cannon Beach on the 26th, flew out of Portland to SanFran on the morning of the 31st, and then took a Greyhound back to LA at 11:00 PM the night of the 1st (arriving in North Hollywood at 6:40 AM on the 2nd - bless you roommate for retrieving me from the station!)
Needless to say, I haven't been running nearly as much as my training calendar says I should. I did get in a 12.3 miler while in Cannon Beach, and a couple of 6-ers...and my family really likes to beach-walk so I did MOVE a lot, just not...quickly.
Thus, I was mildly apprehensive about running 16 (SIXTEEN!) miles a mere two days after New Years Eve festivities.
When I got home from the greyhound station, I took a three-hour nap and ate a real breakfast. These things, plus the fact that I had actually hydrated on the bus, probably saved my bum.
Mel and I set out around 11:30 AM from my apartment. We ran and ran and ran and found a sweet bike/running path that went all the way to Burbank...at which point I realized exactly how far we'd actually run, because there in front of me was the Ikea that we trek to maybe twice a year by car.
...and then we kept running.
At about mile 9 I tripped over one of those lips in the curb and toppled into a full forward roll. Minor scrapes aside, I was fairly unscathed and more confused as to how I hadn't ended up with real battle scars.
...and then we kept running.
We missed two of our turns (whoops) which tacked on a good .2 miles (Yes. I count it.)
And at the end of the run, we downed almost an entire quart of chocolate milk.
Yum.
Today, my left foot hurts. A lot. Kinda in a way where I feel like if I had awesome health insurance and/or time and/or a sports doctor I would go get it checked out. For the moment I'm self-doctoring by not really moving very much and probably taking something anti-inflammatoryish. I should probably ice it too.
And pick up some arch-support inserts for my shoesies.
Sigh.
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